Female Boxing Federation

The crowd was on its feet waiting for the main event after the last bout where a poor black girl was getting dragged into the back her face a bloody pulp while her opponent, a big breasted Latino woman was standing naked holding her fist up in victory. As she left Heather took a few deep breath before the announcer headed out smiling. "AAAND NOW FOR OUR MAIN EVENT! A NAKED BOXING BATTLE BETWEEN TWO UNDEFEATED FIGHTERS IN A SINGLE-ROUND SLUGFEST!!! COMING IN FIRST WEIGHING IN AT 145 LBS HEATHER!!!" The crowd cheers as she headed out to the ring, a thin sheen of oil over her naked body as she wears red 6oz REYES gloves. She steps through the ropes of the ring giving a brief wave to the crowd before shadowboxing in her corner. She keep an eye on the opposite corner waiting for her opponent. She’s heard about her and her bigger size. She’s also heard that she is a brute in the ring and is eager to test her skills against her.
The announcer continues, "Annnnnnnnd her challenger for this evening, coming to us all the way from America's heartland, where she beats up inner-city thugs and corn-fed farm girls. Standing at 5'8" and weighing in at 230Lbs, she's curvy, she's perky, and she's got an ass that puts her in a different class, it is MALEVOLENT MANDY!" Mandy parades down the aisle, her chubby body glistening with oil as she gets to the ring and climbs in, seeing her opponent for real for the first time. “She's cute, and dangerous, which makes an erotic combination,” she thinks to herself. Her red Reyes 6oz gloves barely fit over her fists, the gloves thin out considerably each time she opens and closes her fists. Mandy bounces on her toes, her small A-cups bouncing with her thick areas, her breeding hips and thighs perfectly oiled.
Heather watches as Mandy comes out, looking at her and giving another breath bouncing on her feet banging her gloves. She gives a brief glance to her gorgeous 36D breasts knowing that she has bigger breasts and of course bigger targets. She also knows that as much as she loves targeting the body, she is going to have to work Mandy’s head more if she wants to take her down. The women are called to the middle of the ring to go over what little rules they have. Heather lets out a snarl already wanting to play head games. "I'm gonna knock your big ass all over this fucking ring," She says as the ladies close into inches within of each other to touch gloves.
"I'll remember that as I'm fucking your broken body" Mandy sneers back with an aggressive grin on her face. The threat sends a shiver of arousal and anticipation down Heather’s body. They touch gloves somewhat violently and return to their corners, Mandy brings up her fists, Heather nodding as well, indicating ready to the ref. The ref looks back and forth at them. "Box!" She bellows, moving out of the way to let the ladies begin unmaking each other.
The ladies move towards one another, meeting you ring-center, Mandy in more of a power stance, due to her size; Heather mirroring it, even though she may have speed advantage over Mandy, she had powerful fists, and wanted to show that off. Heather sets a high guard up, and throws out a quick double right jab to Mandy’s chin before going for a left hook to her right side aimed for her ribs.
Heather’s jabs land harmlessly against Mandy’s light gloves, but her quick hook gets behind Mandy’s arms, drilling her ribcage hard. Mandy grunts aloud painfully to Heather’s satisfaction, but she doesn't back down, trying to counter and swipe at Heather’s left eye with a right hook before she can reset her left arm into guard, Mandy keeping her left fist at the defensive ready.
The right punch connects hard, jarring Heather’s head violently. Heather hisses, already feeling the mouse that is going to come from that punch. Heather attack back immediately; attacking as Mandy resets her guard, throwing a straight punch at the center of Mandy’s mostly flat chest in combination with a left hook to her jaw.
Heather’s quick recovery from a skull breaking punch catches Mandy off guard, the punches land, thumping her sternum hard; Mandy quickly crosses her arms over her chest to protect it, only to eat the left hook. Heather’s barely covered fists contorts Mandy’s jaw unnaturally, snapping her head to the side and causing her to stumble into the ropes, her back to Heather’s.
Heather is pleased at the result of her counter, watching Mandy reel and stumble into the ropes; though reflecting on how painful Mandy’s punch was. She’s thankful she learned how to take heavy shots. Heather keeps up the pressure even as Mandy’s back faces her.
She smiles and drives a right and left hook into Mandy’s kidneys as she works to turn back around, causing Mandy to cry out loudly in pain. The wide open shots to her kidney are damaging, sapping her greatly; in a legal fight, this would have been a disqualifying attack, but nothing in this ring is illegal tonight. "What's wrong, bitch? Never met a tough bitch who can take your fucking fist?" she taunts at her chubby opponent, Mandy’s cries of pain only further arousing her, making her want to hurt Mandy more. Mandy spins around, not wanting to give Heather the idea to drill the back of her head, leaning back on the ropes and pushing off of them to give her some momentum.
She swings hard at Heather’s left eye again with a hard right, and drives a low hook at her right pelvis. Heather, already winding up another left, eats the right and left punches, grunting in pain, her eyes nearly filling with involuntary tears. Heather staggers backwards, her body lifted slightly from the stinging low punch, as she came down backing up into her own corner, her left hand massaging her bare pelvic bone. Mandy presses the attack, setting up Heather’s chin with her left fist.
Mandy drills Heather’s left eye, yet again, keeping her pushed in the corner, their nude oiled bodies in close combat; Mandy’s chubby body now coated with sweat, and Heather’s younger, fit body highlighted under the harsh ring lights. "AUGHHHH!!" Heather groan as her eye takes more punishment. “The bitch is trying to blind me early!” she thinks to herself. Heather tries to regain her focus.
Heather slams a hard right uppercut into Mandy’s pelvis through her chubby flesh, causing Mandy to yelp out in pain and back away, narrowly avoiding a left hook that would have hammered her small right tit. Mandy backpedals back to the center of the rigng, punching her gloves together as if to silently invite Heather out of the corner to fight. Heather responds in kind, coming out of the corner quickly.
She attacks the fat girl with a quick right and left hook to the jaw, causing Mandy’s head to snap back and forth violently, sprays of saliva and sweat peeling off of her, made real evident under the lights. Her mouth begins to fill with blood as Heather drills a low left hook at Mandy’s midsection under her high guard, causing Mandy to spit a mouthful of blood and saliva over Heather’s 36Ds and drooling over her own 44As. The crowd roars out in approval at the brutality, Heather smirks at her opponent, “Mmmm, so you do bleed.” She attacks again, driving another right-left hook combination at Mandy’s lower body. Mandy crouches this time, blunting the blows on her outer arms, protecting her body. “I need to slow her down,” Mandy thinks to herself. She reaches and grabs Heather by the breasts, something that could only be accomplished with such light gloves in a boxing match, and pulls her close into a body to body clinch. “Jeezus you’re fast, baby,” Mandy moans in Heather’s ear. “Get off, you big bitch!” Heather hisses, trying to wriggle free with her arms pinned at her sides, a difficult task even though their bodies are drenched with sweat and body oil.
Mandy responds by twisting her torso back and forth, her large erect nipples on the end of her tiny A-cups rake back and forth against Heathers, their nipples boxing one another as their fists have stopped. “What’s the matter, don’t you want a break before I really lay the pain on you?” Mandy jeers sarcastically, working her big thigh between your legs. Heather moans lightly as Mandy’s thigh makes contact with her mound. “Mmm we’ll see who lays the pain on who,” she hisses back, flexing her chest into Mandy’s, engulfing her breasts entirely and pushing her thigh into Mandy’s cunt.
Mandy doesn’t attempt to stop the sexual advance, the crowd is delighted at the raw lesbianism unfolding in the ring. “Slugging back and forth with you is such a turn-on…” Mandy moans their thighs begin fucking one another.
“It is for me too,” Heather replies in a moan and a nod.
“I wonder if you enjoy pain as much as I,” she utters before kissing the younger woman deeply, both mutually making out for ten or so seconds. Mandy pulls back from the kiss gently, romantically, but keeps pulling back.
She snaps her head forward at half-force into Heather’s so far untouched right eye, opening a cut under her eye. Heather hisses in pain, tightening her grip as she feels the blood running down her cheek,
Heather drills her head into Mandy’s left eye, causing quick and disabling swelling, and causing Mandy’s vision to tunnel momentarily. “I’m going to knock you out and fuck you hard in this ring,“ seethes Heather into Mandy’s ear.
Heather brings her knee up into Mandy’s wet cunt, causing her to rise up on her toes from the force. Mandy gets a rush of pleasure mixed with pain from the attack. “Mmmm, YES!” Mandy cries out in sexual ecstasy, the crowd cheering at the descent of the fight into standing lesbian sex. Mandy, a bit delirious from the attack, swings her head back again, not being to particular where her head-butt lands, while continuing to box her nipples to Heather’s. Their foreheads come together, dazing both women, and causing Heather to drop to one knee, her face dragging down Mandy’s thick body, leaving a streak of her blood down the length of her body.
Mandy reacts, leaning down and licking her opponent’s earlobe, hoisting her arms under Heather’s. “Don’t fall down, baby. Come on, stand up…” She coos in her ear. She moves Heather half of the way up, a difficult task given their mutual battered state as well as the sweaty and oily mess they were. Mandy gets her halfway up, and wraps her gloved hands beneath Heather’s ass, pulling her up against her thick body. She kisses her again, mashing her bloody mouth to Heathers.
Heather drives her head into Mandy’s nose and face several times, the loud cracking sound heard by everyone indicative of a broken nose, blood rushing out of my nose rapidly over Heather’s chin as she continued to head-butt. Mandy’s eyes roll back into her head momentarily, her right eye now swollen shut and cut badly.
Heather strikes her again with a knee to the cunt, bringing Mandy up to her toes again. Mandy cried out in pain; releasing Heather and falling backwards onto the canvas down the ropes, her head catching each rope on the way down. The bottom rope breaks the fall as Mandy lands on it, her body hanging out of the ring, the rope against the small of her back, her thick legs spread wide open, her chest heaving up and down intensely as she lay there, dripping blood and sweat all over the ringside spectators.
Heather stands over her downed opponent, smiling through her battered face seeing how slutty she looks sprawled out how she is. She drops to her knees and starts rubbing her gloved fist gently on Mandy’s wide open clit, changing up to gentle punches to her pussy; using her left fist to punch Mandy’s breasts. “Mmm, you like pain, baby? I am going to make you cum while I hurt you,” she moans as the crowd cheers louder.
Mandy spasms and crunches forward, sliding her head under and then over the top rope as Heather boxes her cunt. She reaches up around Heathers neck to pull their heads together for more deep kissing, breath stuttering and quivering from the punch fucking. Heather relaxes as they make out, still having the upper hand, still punching her cunt and breasts. “Mmm, seems lik you like being my little pain bitch,” She coos, licking Mandy’s bloody lips. Mandy extends her arms to the ropes and begins to pull herself to her feet, sweat drenched, bloody face, eye swollen shut, blood, both mine and yours, smeared all over her upper body. She gets to her feet, still breathing hard, she brings her fists back up to her shoulders. “Your blood looks good on me,” Mandy says, cracking a smile.
“There’s more of you on me, than you have of me on you!” Heather cracks back. Mandy feels her strength coming back from the arousal of the past few minutes and the mutual love for pain and suffering they both seem to have. She bites her lower lip seductively at Heather, and moves in on her, feinting a strike to Heather’s cunt, a logical move given what they've been up to, but instead unloads a brutal right hook at Heather’s battered left eye, twisting her hand so that her thumb strikes rather than her fist. Heather falls for the feint and takes the brutal poking punch, she hisses out in pain being partially blind now, stumbling back into her own corner, putting her guard up to try and protect herself.
Mandy can tell from the staggered stepping and handwork that Heather is having a hard time seeing, she presses her advantage, moving in and swinging hard rights and lefts at Heather’s sides, battering the young woman’s kidneys and ribs. Heather cries out in pain, moving her arms down to cover her midsection to keep from being chopped down. Mandy swats at her left arm with her own left, knocking her arm out of position to protect her head. She twists painfully into an uppercut to Heather’s jaw. Her head flails back, her neck stretching as far as it can, spitting a mouthful of blood and saliva into the crowed, accompanying a spray of sweat. Her head goes slack onto her shoulder as she stands there, staggered.
Mandy stalks up close to her and delivers a left uppercut to her right cheek below her eye, knocking her backwards towards the ropes. The crowd cheers as the hot 20-something gets battered by the chubby housewife, Heather flails into the ropes violently, bloody running steadily from her right eye, nose, and lips. Heather manages to get her hands up, trying to keep in the fight. Mandy’s attacks have left Heather in the corner, effectively out on her feet, her battered condition hiding the arousal down below, as she is pining for more.
Mandy sees her opportunity to repay the young woman for the sexual assault a few minutes ago; she pulls Heather into another tight embrace, kissing her deeply, their bloody mouths locking tights, tongues boxing against one another. Mandy hooks her hands under Heather’s ass and hoists her up and sets her bare ass into a turnbuckle and stretches her legs open over the middle ropes. The thick woman wraps her arms around Heather’s waist tightly and starts thrusting her pubic mound into Heather’s, thrusting her womanhood into hers beginning a standing trib. She uses Heather as her own personal fuck doll, their wet, bloody mouths probe one another, Heather moans loudly, both women getting off on the violence and lovemaking, along with the crowd.
“You’re such a good little fucktoy, Heather,” Mandy moans out, relaxing her grip on her, using her body weight and the turnbuckle to hold up the battered woman, and bringing her hands up to her face, probing and pressing on the welts and cuts on her Heather’s face; their nipples sliding up and down against each other as Mandy thrusts.
“AHHHHH! Get off! Stop!” Heather cries out painfully, trying to untangle her arms from the ropes to try and get the large woman off of her. Mandy stops raking her welts and grabs her hips firmly and starts pumping her pussy against Heather’s, the screams to stop only driving Mandy’s arousal higher. The ring ropes quiver and shake as he girls fuck in the corner, the audience getting louder as a forced orgasm seems near.
“Cum, Heather, you know you want to,” Mandy pants, her own orgasm building up.
Heather moans back, trying desperately not to climax, “Fuck…Fuck You!” Heather had thought she had the big brunette where she wanted her, but her sexual appetite for fighting proved to be a powerful source of energy. The girls tense up at the same time, their bodies feeling each other’s climax approaching fast, their battered bruised bodies ache from the damage they’ve done to each other, intensifying the orgasm, both women cum at the same time, their primal and savage screams filling the arena, the crowd roaring as loud as it has ever been this evening as the two bloody, battered women squirt together, sweat pouring off their bodies as if they were standing under a shower. Heather’s head falls back against the corner as she comes down, Mandy takes a little longer to come down, their hips spasming involuntarily as her knees almost buckle.
Heather, always the consummate fighter, sees her opportunity to get out of the corner and back into the fight, when she feels Mandy buckle. She pushes the thick woman away, weakly, using what little strength she has left after a major orgasm and a vicious beating. Mandy is unable to resist the push-off, stumbling backwards. She reaches out desperately with her left arm to grab the top ropes to keep her from going backwards, swinging instead against the ropes, her arms tangling in the top rope, head and chest over the top, her hair dripping sweat out of the ring. Still huffing and puffing from the orgasm, her small chest heaves up and down.
Heather comes down off of the ropes, still trying to catch air and still mostly blind from her eyes swelling. She sees her opponent recovering on the top ropes, her ample body wide open for attack. “Come…on…then…we got our fun….let’s go!” she pants with a painful undertone to her voice as she brings up her fists. Mandy doesn’t respond as audibly, crying in pain as her body flexes against the ropes, she begins to try and free her arms from the ropes. Heather moves in, “Let’s see if you’re as good of a fighter as they say you are, bitch.” She hisses, drilling several rights and lefts into Mandy’s wide open body, peppering her ribs and fleshy sides. The wet smacks of the gloves against Mandy’s flesh are accompanied by primal cries of pain, as her body is tenderized by Heather; she works desperately to free her arms.
The whimpering cries of pain coming from Mandy send shivers down between Heather’s legs. She pulls back, showing mercy to the fat girl, withdrawing to the center of the ring, motioning to her to come out and fight. Mandy slowly peels herself off of the ropes, blood drooling steadily from her mouth, narrowly escaping having a rib broken by Heather, her cunt on fire for another orgasm as she lumbers out towards Heather. Heather is on fire for another orgasm as well, the fight pushed both women past their limits and into dreamland. She attacks, swinging a weakend, but dead-weighted left and right hook to Mandy’s sides. Mandy cries out in pain, her face grimacing in pain with a spray of blood and saliva, her clear gumshield full of her own blood, mostly from the brutal damage to her kidneys and midsection. Mandy tries to counter in kind with a right and left hook to Heather’s body, her punches significantly weaker.
The punches cause Heather to spit blood, as well, accompanying a hiss of pain, she knows the end is near, and swings a left to Mandy’s chin, both women’s strength almost gone. The punch snaps Mandy’s head to the side, the punch and fatigue sending her into the adjacent ropes. She bounces off of them, still off balance, she spins around, swinging a wild desperate haymaker at Heather’s left temple. The punch lands hard, Heather unable to see the wide wild punch due to her battered eyes. Heather’s lights go out, she reels, staggers and falls to the mat. Mandy’s own staggering ends with her crumpling onto the mat on her hands and knees next to Heather, the strength having left her legs. Blood and sweat pours off her face onto the mat as she whimpers in pain, involuntary tears flowing from her eyes as she looks over and sees Heather down on the mat. The ref comes over to check on Heather as Mandy manages to sit up on her knees, resting her ass on her feet. Heather is out cold, the crowd roars in approval as the ref signals as much, blood and drool pooling up under her head.
The ref raises Mandy’s arm in victory from her knelt position. Mandy uses the refs arm to hoist herself into a straddle over her beaten opponent. She grinds her pussy to the unconscious woman’s before leaning over and kissing her deeply, making out to the crowd cheers as the announcer declares Mandy the winner. After a long make out, Mandy sits up, raises her arms and lets out a primal cry of victory, absorbing the last of the crowd’s adulation before being assisted to the showers for first aid and cleanup.
Heather begins to stir, Mandy leans down again. “See you in the showers…”

Published: 2021-04-07, viewed 216 times.